Pauses Between Hateful Tasks

Each day presents fresh ruins,
More crumbling, roofless stretches
Of potential prayer wall, cracks

Not yet stuffed with anything.
However massive the day,
However heavy the stones,

Days are ruins. They have gaps.
Pretend your goal is to pray
At all available gaps.

You know of two kinds of prayer.
Emptiness and poetry.
Can you fill all of the cracks?